On Stone Jug Road

On Stone Jug Road On Stone Jug Road Took Tonya out on a Friday night, Neon lights and the mood felt right. We laughed a little, had a drink or two, Felt like the night was starting true. But she leaned on in with a smile so sweet, Said, “You’re the sixth guy I’ve seen this week.” I shook my head and I tipped my hat, No second date, and that was that. On Stone Jug Road, three sisters I knew, Tonya, Tammy, and Theresa too. One was too wild, burning fast and free, She wasn’t the kind to be tied to me. Then Tammy met me at the county fair, Ribbons in her hair and a steady stare. We walked the midway, held hands awhile, She talked about heaven with a preacher’s smile. I tried for a kiss by the Ferris wheel, But she pulled back fast, said, “That’s not the deal. I’m saving my lips ‘til I wear that ring, So pray with me, boy, not to want those things.” On Stone Jug Road, three sisters I knew, Tonya, Tammy, and Theresa too. One prayed so hard, kept her lips sealed tight, I knew that road wouldn’t end up right. Now Theresa came with a fiery glow, She laughed too loud, but I let it go. One drink in, she was holding my hand, Talking ‘bout wedding bells and wedding bands. She asked, “Where will we honeymoon?” I nearly tripped trying to leave that room. On Stone Jug Road you can lose your mind, Those sisters are trouble of every kind. On Stone Jug Road, three sisters I knew, Tonya, Tammy, and Theresa too. One planned our wedding on the very first night, I ran from that porch in the pale moonlight. Now I just laugh when I roll on through, Stone Jug Road’s got a tale or two. Three first dates and I’ve paid my dues, Sometimes the best love’s the one you lose.